You think all this boy-juice in me might be affecting my behavior?" Too much of a good thing? It's a possibility."It was true. I was feeling a little ...jazzed. I had been very quick to show-off for Gail, like she was a girl I was trying to impress. Actually, that's just what I was thinking at the time. I hadn't been trying to get her to like me as a person as much as I had been trying to impress her with my speed and my strength — just like a boy.I thought back to yesterday when I deliberately. And she enveloped me. And we were together, grinding against each other. Fucking. I felt her swelling around my cock. I felt my cock thickening within her. Our movement was like a dance itself: steady and deliberate. We groaned passion into each other’s mouths. Her thighs tightened around my waist. She rocked to meet each thrust. I ground into her, twisting just a little at the end of each thrust. Her breathing came in short gasps, mine in grunts. Tension. Tightening. The delectable balance. I was not the first young man to have succumbed to her charm`s but she has always been faithful to me since we were an item, though she was always eager to play with others when we were in a group or 3\4 some situations, which of course made her a fantastic partner and lover.We both belive partnerships and marriage is based on trust and someone a man could trust 100% which I do I appreciate more than I can say. Shortly after we were engaged Julie told of her previous liaisons saying that from. ”“I see, Mother,” Ghasaan said doubtfully.Just then the coach blew his whistle. “Ok, gentlemen, take a few minutes rest,” he instructed his charges. Then he made his way towards Nicola and Ghasaan.“Ghasaan, what’s his name?”“Mr Jones. He’s one of our sports teachers.”“Your Highnesses. It’s nice to see you both here.”“Do you always coach these boys, Mr Jones?”“Yes, your Highness. Myself and some of my colleagues from other schools come in at the weekend to coach the kids in the local club’s.